The magic wand of Hewinia was already pressed against Edwin's throat, her tone exceptionally cold: "You told me explicitly that if we unseal that taboo, we would gain power, and once you have that power you would share it with me. But now you're telling me to go to some Abyss Prison, do you think I don't know what kind of place that is? If you want to die, just say it directly, don't drag me along."
Edwin had anticipated Hewinia's reaction, after all, the Contract Land is an existence that surpasses the Eight Great Churches, and it's indeed a fool's dream for the two of them to try to steal that which has been guarded for a thousand years.
If Hewinia had agreed outright, Edwin would have only thought this person was either calculating against him or simply brainless.
So Hewinia's current reaction was not surprising to Edwin, and he had already figured out how to persuade her.
"If it were before, we indeed had no chance." Edwin whispered, "But now it's different."
